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-[panegyric of thyself]- nihilistic perfection
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-= keep me far =- Like a ghost that came from an old beginning You heated up the freezing destiny But I told myself I had the chance to live a better life By loving someone new We had a love, a future, we were honest But my truth held so many little lies Can turn the page, can rearrange, it's written in the sand And the tide is closing in I miss the mind of the wonderful I let the icy thoughts run through me Cold, and no one knows I keep the pain of a broken soul Wounds that just won't heal No one knows, not even you This was written at 1:27 am on Tuesday, May 5 |
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